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| ====== III. If We Could Still Laugh ====== | ====== III. If We Could Still Laugh ====== | ||
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| Is nothing less than the end. | Is nothing less than the end. | ||
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| The man pretend to be surprised, and responded with a smile:\\ | The man pretend to be surprised, and responded with a smile:\\ | ||
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| Unsure of how to respond. | Unsure of how to respond. | ||
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| His explanation is just as carefree — | His explanation is just as carefree — | ||
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| + | Though having said that,\\ | ||
| + | He too has quiet moments. | ||
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| + | Each time he gazed long toward the coming dawn,\\ | ||
| + | A smile remained fixed on his lips,\\ | ||
| + | Paying no mind to anything else. | ||
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| + | His eyes were painted with the azure of the sky,\\ | ||
| + | Gaze fixed on <color # | ||
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| + | <color # | ||
| + | He explained his own trance in a comment,\\ | ||
| + | <color # | ||
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| + | Now, when the man comes with sword in hand,\\ | ||
| + | There is no need to doubt he will swiftly win victory. | ||
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| + | But his smile is pure,\\ | ||
| + | Ever since the start of the journey,\\ | ||
| + | He is still called a <color # | ||
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| + | Youth is always ambitious, with lofty goals,\\ | ||
| + | But it seems that in the man's heart, only the wishes of others are held. | ||
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| + | <color # | ||
| + | The golden-haired friend once asked him so. | ||
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| + | {{ : | ||
| + | He remained silent,\\ | ||
| + | Then, as he was wont to do,\\ | ||
| + | He simply smiled. | ||
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| + | <color # | ||
| + | // | ||
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| + | {{ : | ||
| + | In Amphoreus, | ||
| + | Untitled statues are a prevalent sight. | ||
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| + | As for the inspiration behind these statues,\\ | ||
| + | They are said to be the clay figures that Kephale made at the world' | ||
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| + | They made clay figures in their likeness...\\ | ||
| + | Bestowed upon them the breath of life,\\ | ||
| + | <color # | ||
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| + | Thus —\\ | ||
| + | The very first <color # | ||
| + | Receiving the gods' mercy,\\ | ||
| + | While realizing the sorrows of this world. | ||
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| + | But that sorrow was, in the end...\\ | ||
| + | Only the sorrow of the world. | ||
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| + | Nobody ever cared...\\ | ||
| + | What lay behind the smile,\\ | ||
| + | What the clay figure thought. | ||
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